Christchurch

Beside the path 

road cones guard us 

from holes

while cars zoom past them.

Across the park 

cicadas chirp their little 

hearts out, singing a

beautiful melody.

At the back of the field 

wet leaves fall from the 

towering trees 

that are swaying in the breeze.

In the middle of the road 

the Hurunui humps 

bump up like a roller coaster 

In Disneyland.

Near the road, 

the Ōtakaro river splashes

against the banks

with the ducks chatting away 

underneath the sky.

On top of the couch 

we all get comfy 

all ready to watch a movie 

in the weekend.

This is where I belong, Christchurch.